The color of my skin isn't important,
It has no bearing on the flaws of my character.
The glasses I wear aid my blurred vision,
It isn't related to any intellect I may or may not have.
My hair is wild and my beard is unkempt,
This does not mean I sell marijuana.

Be careful when forming conclusions
Based on snap judgments.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 11/14/13,
Revised in 2014

The thought of it horrifies me,
Even more so than what death entails,
It forces me to sporadically awaken.

I visualize myself taken away to a cold grotto,
Where I'm violated by strangers
And alienated, rather than uplifted,
For an unknown duration of time

I knew what might happen,
The consuming fervor,
My behavior will not be understood

Haven't I alienated myself all along?
Was it not I who voluntarily auditioned
For the infamous role of the outcast
As well as the acclaimed role of the golden child?
The critics may write their reviews of my performances

My petite hands peruse
Through the drawer's treasure,
The prescription pill bottle is
Considered as a future reference.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

8/2/14

Five years end,
Yes, gone for good.*

It finally died,
I hope it never returns.

I have it buried in soil
Where it will be a feast for the worms

It expired,
My conclusion is firm.

I remember when it created the scars,
It built up the shields that I would wield
Like mechanical wheels underneath me.

It has lost its power to bleach me.
I've become the burning creature,
Defiant and bold,
Risen from the black pyre.

Its ash I scattered into oblivion.
I wore white garb and smiled at its funeral,
No flowers were laid on its grave.

If my eyes forget lacrymosa,
My tears will be cried in ink.

Goodbye Black Sorrow,
Your death has brought life.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/23/10
Revised 10/3/14)

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

The Sun can't warm me in this chill,
I'll have to cover my head.
Conversations aren't followed,
I drift off from what is said.
Stuck in one position,
As memories lay at my side.
I'm not willing to move past this,
No, no I just watch as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

I look out the window,
Seeing everyone jubilant,
All laughing in unison.
I guess life is funny.
I'm out of place,
Oblivious to the present,
I only see yesterday.
Tomorrow shines at a distance.
The Moon watches me as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

I look up for awhile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,
No, don't want to smile,
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith


(Originally written sometime in 2010?
Revised 9/29/14)

I contrive to redefine the lines,
Equivalent to defying midnight skies.
Freedom is my bride,
Despite ignorance of a guide.
Why are my mental insides open wide?

What does my future hold?
Specify which road or ride,
And if so why?
You don't know why,
Because you aren't my guide,
And it's all up to me.
I'll pick the right time to arrive,
Alright.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/9/10
Revised 9/29/14)

Stories are told,
How everyone lives,
Yet no one completely knows.

I have a world to go to,
Not for the sake of being gone,
More so for the sake of being strong.

The wise made hints of self-discovery,
I didn't take in all what was said.
Right about now it would be essential to my quest,
But if it is in any way similar to a boomerang,
Then it will come back in the form of insight.

(c) 2010 Brandon Antonio Smith

9/24/10